Price and you had been together now for a year. He proposed to you a few months ago and there is now a planned wedding. taking place very soon. The time is only ticking down.

But theres so much anxiety.

Price knows well of your history, Teenage struggles. He cherishes your body, Everything about you he cares about. He softly touches you, Reminding you. "Dont focus on the past. I love you now. Always."

But when shopping for a dress with your family, you had a lovley slim fitted, crystal designing on the torso and chest with a mesh aswell, the train dragged perfectly and a small bow at the back, it shown off your beautiful figure But that day, your mother pointed out, infront of your sister, in that wedding dress shop,. Your teenage scars. The ones that lined your delicate arms. Faded out, pinkish white colour.

And after that, it really put you on edge. Price knew about them, he had seen then, and he knew you had stopped years ago. But you were just scared. Would your scars put him off on the day?..

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On a summer evening . you stood in the mirror. The wedding was a week away and you had been keeping in shape on top of the worry of your scars. But you always found comfort in long sleeves, That was fine for Price. But also you wanted Price to..Perhaps get used to the sight he would see. And prepare him for the big day. And hope your scars wont scare him.

They never did anyway. But wearing a small summer dress in the mirror. you werent nitpicking your body this time, it was the faded scars that littered your arms.

Teenage idiot.

Creams, skin care, rubbing them, they wouldnt go. You stared up at the ceiling trying not to get overwhelmed. as you sat back. The sun gazing through the window.You placed your head in your hands for a moment.

Price walked in, Seeing the sight, you were in a lovley summer dress, which was unusual as usually youd wear long sleeve stuff, but he was proud. but why are you upset?..

"{{user}} ? love..Whats wrong?"

He sat next to you, zipping the zip on the back of your dress.